Day ?
She is nine years old again, and terrified.
Her eye-or rather, where it used to be-still hurts. The bandage is always wet, and it's the only thing she's been wearing for the past week.
The room has a smell that scares her.
"Miku."
Rin bows her head. She's learned the hard way to not speak until told to. The untreated welts decorating her body from the past few days remind her.
"That is the name you will call today." She smooths a hand over her cheek in a gesture resembling affection. "Clients like those sort of personal touches. And maybe when you fill out a little more, I'll send you on a few more difficult errands." Miku narrows her eyes at the quivering Rin from behind her glasses. "You still need work though. Lots of it." She takes a seat in the plush, cushioned chair beside the equally lavish bed, crossing her legs and propping her chin on her hand in bemusement. "How about you start off today by...licking my feet."
She does as she is told.
"Now my legs."
She does as she is told.
"Deeper." Miku spreads her legs and smiles.
She hesitates, but does as she is told, trying not to whimper when sharp fingernails dig in to her scalp and draw her suffocatingly close. She is disgusted with herself, who she is now, what she does. Somehow, she has a frayed thread of sanity left by the time Miku finishes.
"Lick your lips."
She does-
"Swallow."
-as she is told.
The hand in her hair yanks until she is to her feet.
"Seduce me."
She doesn't know what to do, what it means, but she's afraid to ask, and even more afraid of not doing anything at all-
"It's your eye that's missing, not your ears, my little Rin."
She hates that Miku knows her name, that she has made her hate it, hate being the person it belongs to.
Miku giggles derisively. "Do you need my help?"
Trembling, she nods. Miku pulls her into her lap and thrusts her tongue into her mouth.
She wants to scream, pull away, purge the rising bile in her throat from her body, but that won't keep her alive, won't give her a chance to find her brother. She misses him so badly.
Miku stands, holding her small body against hers, shoves her deeply into the poison purple and bloody red of the velvet bedding.
"Tell me you want me."
Her mind is screaming for breath and freedom where her lips are unable, and when Miku finally gives her the space, someone who is not Rin answers.
"I w-want you, I want you-" She gasps, forcing herself to continue, to just think of her brother and how badly she misses him and wishes to be held in his arms again, "-please, please-" She returns Miku's kisses and grabs her shoulders, arching to hide her wet eyes as she does things that make her tender, raw body ache and burn beneath her.
As she ruins her.
Day Four
She wakes, a bead of sweat dripping off the peak of her nose, and she swallows. Breathing again, she looks up.
Len is standing by her door, and she's fully aware that he was watching everything. She can also tell that he knew better than to wake her and wound her pride more than it already has been.
Begrudgingly, she admits that he has done her yet another service.
Wordlessly he goes to the table and pours out a cup of water, brings it to her, and it is then that she realizes how thirsty she was. She drinks obediently, and the silence is broken only by the sound of her swallowing.
She glances up at him curiously and breaks eye contact again almost as quickly, as unpleasant memories resurface, of her with her hands behind her back, before a man, before many men, not unlike how she is now.
She has been holding her breath, and as she realizes it, she gasps shakily and the cup's contents spill over her, from her collar down the front of her dress.
He asks if she's okay, and before she can lie, she doubles over and retches everything back up.
A/N: Wow I can not apologize enough for how long this took, I am so so sorry! I've had a really, really busy year/everything and I feel super awful about making people wait so long, but rest assured I haven't forgotten this fic! I hope you still enjoy it!